Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.